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Why this song? Why today?
Have you ever put your money in the offering plate and watched it progress down the aisle, all the while thinking of the myriad other things you might do with that money? I'm ashamed to admit I had just such an experience this past Sunday.
You see, things are tight at our house. We've had some unexpected and bigger-than-expected expenses lately. It's nothing more than anyone else is experiencing, I'm sure. But it got to me a little over the last weekend.
So as I watched the man walk away with my check in the little basket, I said a silent prayer, something to the effect of, "Lord, you'll have to take care of it."
It was a pretty flat prayer, like I was approaching the throne of grace with resignation rather than boldness.
This morning my husband tossed a slip of paper at me.
"Whoa! What's this?" I asked as I unfolded the slip of paper. I looked at it and declared it to be "a blessing from Heaven." It was an "extra duty" check for things like mileage and bus driving that he does for the small school district where he teaches.
The amount was 60 cents more than our electric bill.
(I really want to put that sentence in super-sized letters...I think I will).
Okay, so what's that got to do with the song? These lines:
I wish I could see just three steps in front of me
But the lamp unto my feet it only moves when I take a step
I'm like that. I want to know how it's going to work out. And I want to know now. But that wouldn't be faith.
First, God will "take care of it." Every single time. The Bible says God loves a cheerful giver. That's true. But he also blesses an obedient one whether she's cheerful or not. He promises if we obey "I will be your God and you will be my people." As the song says, "You have a history..." But it's not just history. It's the here and now. It's tomorrow. Every time, every day.
Second, God blesses our sacrifices. In this, I don't refer to the money I placed in the offering. That was simple obedience. Shamefully grudging obedience at that. I refer to the sacrifice made by my husband who put in extra time and effort to earn that money. I am convicted of all the times I've griped under my breath - or at the top of my lungs - about missing him and wanting him home. God blessed every second of that time, using it to meet a need we never even realized we would have.
Another song lyric says it very well too. "Our God is and awesome God!"